2015 || H.S

Goodnight

"Are you sure you want to go out with him?" Harry asked, for the second time.

"Yes, Harry," Maia breathed, tightening the robe around her body as Gemma curled her hair.

"What if he stands you up, or worse, he does show up?"

"Why don't you like him?" Gemma asked in a flat tone, her attention tattooed onto the hot iron.

"He has lip piercings, and he wears earrings-"

"They aren't earrings," Maia defended. "They are man-earrings. There's a difference."

"What about his hair? Did you see how boring and straight it is?" Harry said in disgust, unaware of the sniggers he caused.

"Why don't you go downstairs and wait to open the door for Hunter, Haz?" Gemma asked. He stopped pacing back and forth in the room and fell back onto the bed in exasperation.

"I am not the butler, and I think you also need to know that he's the kind of guy who will get the four B's when he's older."

"Four B's?" the two inquired simultaneously.

Harry counted on his fingers for them. "Beer, belly, baldness and beards— And on occasion, their manboobs get so big they need bra's."

Maia burst into laughter and Harry chuckled slightly as he crossed his hands behind his head. Maia considered bringing up the picture of him in his mom's bra but she didn't want the smug grin to leave his lips, and she didn't know why.

"Come on, just don't go out with him. Why do you need to go out with this guy anyway?" he asked.

"Because I need to have a first date somewhere along the line."

"First date?" He shot up in surprised. "Your first date?"

"And I'm twenty two. Lame isn't it?"

"No, not at all- well, I mean a little bit surprising... Okay, hold on, you've really never been on a date, had a kiss?"

She flushed, masked in the yellow light of the bedside lamp in front of her. "Nope."

"Screw Jack," Harry muttered bitterly, bringing a smile to her lips.

"Okay, goodbye, Harry. She needs to get dressed," Gemma urged, trying not to grin at the two of them. She wondered if they knew what they were actually doing to one another.

He sat in the lounge with the TV blurring to take his mind off it. Off the fact she'd be spending time with the other guy. She was still getting ready, or maybe just appearing so to avoid the embarrassment of having a late date. Seconds ticked by like days, each seeming to torturously pause longer than usual before moving on. The ring of the doorbell jumped both of them.

Harry didn't bother getting up. Anne beat Gemma to the door. Maia was fighting an internal battle in the middle of the stairway.

"Hello, I'm Anne, and you must be Hunter," Anne greeted warmly, Harry scoffing in annoyance.

He smiled charmingly, a way in which he was so very capable of. "Yes, lovely to meet you, Anne."

Maia carefully walked down the stairs and when she got to Anne's side, she could already see him smirking. He had at a least taken his lip ring out, she told herself assuringly. He might not even be so bad. He was dressed in something similar to what he had when they initially met; a tight, muscle-enhancing white shirt, dark skinny jeans and black trainers on his feet. His hair was again gelled back and she couldn't hold back a grin that came to her lips at the thought of Harry's comment from earlier. Hunter had thought this indicated something along different lines, sending her a wink and whispering, "You look gorgeous tonight."